Shipin Dalizheng

While he had some free time, he wrote a profit-sharing contract and called Butler Tao over. "Send it to the Left Prime Minister's Mansion tomorrow morning. Remember, this is for Zheng Changning."

"General Zheng Qian spends most of his time in the Beishan Camp. Your Highness, do you think it's time for this old servant to leave his affairs to Second Young Master Zheng himself?"

"That's not necessary. We just need to make it clear to the Zheng family that this is the share that Second Young Master Zheng got for his capital. Don't let people think that we are using our shares to gain support."

Steward Tao agreed. He wasn't stupid. If Second Young Master Zheng accepted this 10% stake, he would definitely be the backer of Rong Village. The Crown Prince was truly remarkable. Within a few days of arriving, he had already established strong connections with both the Left Prime Minister's Mansion and Duke Du's Mansion, yet he only took 10% of each.

However, in Rongjia Village, several families were talking about the same topic at the same time, that is, Rong Tang transferred Rong Dashan to Fuxinzhuang as a manager.

First, at the Third Master's house, Rong Dashan, thinking Rong Tang didn't want him anymore and too embarrassed to go to the main compound, and not wanting to be idle, went to dig a ditch all day. Zhou, on the other hand, went to collect firewood. After a day's work, the couple earned a few dozen copper coins.

This time, Rong Dashan did not give the money to his mother immediately for the first time, but handed it to Zhou in silence.

Mrs. Zhou has been really possessed these past two days. She couldn't sleep all night and cried until her eyes were red and swollen. Only then did he realize that his wife was suffering from a mental illness.

These years, he felt inferior because he had no son. Little did he know that Zhou was under greater pressure than him. Now that she had collapsed, he realized the seriousness of the situation.

He had feelings for Zhou, but like most men in this world, filial piety and having children were the most important things, and the affection between husband and wife was the least important. He had thought that if he listened to his mother and earned money to support Xiaobao, Xiaobao would be filial to him and his wife, and provide them with support in their old age. He did this to tell his wife that it didn't matter if she didn't have a son, and he didn't blame her or force her.

He thought this was a sign of love.

However, he made a mistake in the end. Perhaps it was just as Zhou said, money is not safe no matter who you give it to. It is only safe in your own hands.

In the evening, the family sat together. For the first time, the third grandmother filled the bowls with thick porridge for her eldest daughter-in-law and second granddaughter, and pushed the delicious dishes in front of them.

Zhou ate in silence; she hadn't spoken a word to her mother-in-law for two days. The family was so quiet you could hear a pin drop, until the Third Master announced that his eldest son and his family of three would be going to Fuxinzhuang to work, with free food and lodging, and a salary. Except for Qian, who already knew about this, everyone was stunned.

Just when the Third Master thought his eldest son was reluctant to leave home and was about to say something, Rong Dashan seemed to breathe a sigh of relief, and said with full relief, "Okay."

One word represents all his thoughts.

Zhou had no objection, and Erya was surprised and happy. This inevitably made people feel that his family was very eager to leave.

Rong Erhe lost his patience and said, "Brother, why are you..."

"Erhe!"

The Third Master looked at him warningly, "It's already been decided. We've agreed with Prince Tang. Prince Tang trusts our family and has entrusted us with an important task. We must not let him down. If Dashan hadn't been able to write and count, this good job wouldn't have come to our family. Old woman, take out a tael of silver tomorrow. They'll need to buy everything when they go over there to do the work, and they won't be able to do it without some money."

The Third Grandma endured it again and again, and finally suppressed her heartache and agreed.

At Sixth Grandpa's house, the family was also celebrating Rong Dazhu's promotion to acting chief steward. Sixth Grandpa specifically instructed his sons and daughters-in-law, "This was originally supposed to be Dashan's job. It's because your Third Uncle's housework is in disarray. The old man doesn't understand, and the young ones are confused. Now this good job belongs to Dazhu. Dazhu, you must study hard and work hard. From today on, you don't have to worry about household affairs. Erzhu and Sanzhu will do it. Erzhu's wife, Sanzhu's wife, don't think too much. This is only temporary. In the future, the business will grow bigger and bigger, and we will need more and more people. We are not afraid of you wanting to work, but we are afraid that you will not be able to finish the work. As a family of brothers and sisters-in-law, our lives will only get better and better."

The second and third wives all said they had no objections and would listen to their father.

At last, the Sixth Master sighed, "Thank goodness Prince Tang also arranged a place for Dashan to stay, otherwise we would be embarrassed to see each other in the future."

At the Eighth Grandfather's house, the old man had his own opinion. "Prince Tang is really amazing, he can calculate people's hearts and minds. He wants the third branch to separate the family, so that the foolish old man won't ruin Dashan's future. But how can a family be divided so easily? Even though the third brother knew that a division would benefit the family, he wanted to hold on to it just for the sake of face. Now, what Prince Tang did is equivalent to dividing the family, and it sounds good. Dashan will grow up quickly without the pressure and burden of the third sister-in-law, and Zhou and the child will be able to live a comfortable life. Maybe when she is in a better mood, she can even get pregnant."

Rong Dahu said, "But we guessed it was because Dashan could write and count, and was one of the few literate people in the village. Prince Tang had no one else to use, and he wanted Dashan to work hard, but he was also afraid that he would be a burden to the family, so he transferred him away. Otherwise, since he was just getting started in the winery, he would have transferred Dazhu."

Of course, the Eighth Master also knew this. Aren’t there few literate people in the village?

Wait, literacy!

The Eighth Master grabbed his youngest son's ear and said, "I heard that Prince Tang asked Dazhu and Anzi to learn to read?"

"what!"

"Why don't you go? Dafeng, why don't you go? Mancang, Mangu, Xiaoshuan..."

Finally, the Eighth Grandfather pointed at his granddaughter, "Wangdi!"

Two sons, four children, wailed in unison, "Dad..."

"Master..."

“We can’t learn!”

"Bullshit. Starting tomorrow, no, starting today, you have to learn everything. If you don't recognize five words a day, you won't be able to eat or sleep. Come on, follow me to find Anzi."

That night, the Eighth Master forced Rong An to become a duck, and accepted six students, two adults and four children. He agreed that they would study for one hour every night so as not to interfere with his work during the day.

Including Rong Dazhu, Rong An has already accepted seven students. This is just the beginning. He estimates that as the villagers become more aware of the importance of learning to read, more and more people will come to him, which will make him very worried!

Lying in bed, he tossed and turned, wondering if he could hold on for now. As his business expanded, he'd become busier and busier. Would he really have the energy to teach so many students? If he delayed distributing the money from selling liquor for another two months, and hired a scholar from the village first, he wondered if the shareholders would agree.

The village chief got up at night and heard the creaking of the bed in Anzi's room. It seemed that he couldn't sleep. So he asked him through the window, "Anzi, what's wrong? Are there mosquitoes?"

Rong An simply put on his clothes, opened the door and spoke to his father, "Dad, what do you think? Should we build a school in the village and hire a scholar to teach the villagers how to read?"

Rong Dajiang nearly dropped his pants, smacking his lips. "Is it feasible?" Of course it was, but where would the money come from? It was still unclear how much it would cost to build the winery, and then there was the school...

"Prince Tang has money. If we talk about building a school, he will definitely not object. He will definitely use the money freely."

"Dad knows that Prince Tang is not a stingy person, but have you ever thought about it? If you use Prince Tang's money endlessly, when the villagers get used to it, they will think that it is their due. They should ask him for anything they need, and he should cover all the shortages. In the long run, Rong Village will not be a help to him, but a burden that he cannot get rid of."

"What I thought was that we could give Prince Tang more shares in the village's business."